Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

There's always a story waiting for you to uncover.

After some bumps and adjustments, the construction of the Forest City finally got on track, and Xia Er was able to begin his research on the Phoenix Egg.

Even if he called it research, he could only read books and observe the surface of the eggshells; as for anything else, Xia Er couldn't do anything.

Logically speaking, this egg should be on the verge of being corroded, with the entire shell having turned from silver to pure white. Fortunately, the small life inside can be seen through the panel to be healthy.

But this situation made Sharl even more conflicted. Who wouldn't want a "Pikachu"? If the phoenix egg hatched successfully, he would have a pet that could fly, breathe fire, be reborn from the ashes, and be quite large. At that time, let's see who would dare to come to his country at will and boss around goblins.

What are you looking at? Go talk to my great phoenix.

But now the eggshell is corroded, which doesn't match the various data about the phoenix egg described in the book. The egg is now a quarter larger, and the shell doesn't feel as hard as mithril. He doesn't know what to do. Should he continue to incubate the phoenix egg using the runeword Temperature, or should he just leave it like this and wait for someone who truly understands raising phoenixes to come and ask?

But this step has to be quick. The book says that phoenix eggs can be preserved for a long time, and it takes a pair of phoenixes up to a year to incubate them. This is also the reason why humans steal phoenix eggs. There are always situations where the phoenix parents make a mistake.

We don't know how long Quetzalcoatl "soaked" the egg. If it doesn't hatch in time, will the phoenix egg die in the womb?

"It would be terrible if it really died." Charles put his ear close to the eggshell, trying to hear if there was any sound inside, just like new fathers listen to the baby's heartbeat through their bellies. "If it really died, then we'll just have to crack open the eggshell and eat the chick."

These mythical creatures are born with great power, even when they are just born, they are still small in strength.

But the thought of eating eggs soaked in Quetzalcoatl's venom made Ciel a little unhappy. "Fine, I have to eat them anyway. Don't worry, you're a man who has eaten 'virgin boy eggs' before."

When Charles was young in his previous life, he was not very healthy. So his mother heard about a folk remedy from somewhere and would often cook "virgin boy eggs" for him to eat, which were eggs boiled in the urine of a virgin boy. However, Charles was different from others in that the urine used to boil the eggs was his own.

As he grew older, he gradually developed and his body became like everyone else's; in fact, he grew to 1.9 meters tall.

After that, my mother would often joke that "virgin eggs are still useful."

"We can only ask Uncle Musa to ask Vivian first. Maybe her two teachers know something about the phoenix egg." Having heard nothing through the eggshell, Charles had to give up on this idea. "But if that's the case, those two high-ranking archmages might personally make a trip to Nightmare Forest, and then my goblin identity will be impossible to hide."

The thought of Vivian, her face streaked with tears, hugging her brother who barely reached her chest and sobbing uncontrollably, made Ciel frown.

"This is a bit hurtful." Not only did it hurt Vivian, but it also hurt Charles himself. He used to be tall and handsome. "Let Uncle Musa go and ask those magic tool merchants in Torch City first."

With that thought in mind, Charles clipped the bookmark, closed the book beside him, and went to inspect the construction site in Forest City.

The construction site is gradually becoming more orderly, but occasionally some issues still arise that require his intervention.

Shire valued this city highly; it belonged to the goblins, but even more so, it belonged to him.

Who hasn't fantasized about having a "secret base" when they were a child, like the corner of the wall behind the house or the corner of the wardrobe? Xia Er also experienced such a childhood. He once fantasized that one day he could say to others, "Hello, I am Xia Gucheng, the Lord of Baiyun City" or "He is Xia Yaoshi, the Lord of Peach Blossom Island".

Now he finally has a chance to be called the city lord, "I am Xia Ludan, the city lord of the Forest City".

"It's just that the name doesn't sound good; 'handsome guy' would be better."

This city not only fulfilled Charles's personal fantasies, but was also a more important milestone in his vision.

Goblins do not have their own cities. They are scattered throughout the Nightmare Forest, forming various small groups. Even the goblins of the Feathered Serpent Kingdom are divided into dozens of burrows to live in. Each burrow of goblins sees the other burrows as enemies, because they are competitors who are vying for their hunting grounds.

When the old goblin spoke to the high priest about these things, he could only sigh. He didn't know what to do. He just wanted to protect more goblins, but he couldn't find a way to manage their daily affairs. He could only manage them according to the most basic survival methods.

However, this plunged the massive goblin population into even greater chaos. No one wanted to venture further to gather food, and even the sight of a nest of bird eggs on the road would trigger a brawl between several burrowing goblins. Fortunately, the high priest strictly forbade killing each other and cannibalism, otherwise the Feathered Serpent Kingdom would not have needed to draw lots to drive away the excess goblins.

Now, Charles has assigned tasks to his subordinates. They now have several industries, such as collecting herbs and raising animals, all of which require manpower. Building the entire kingdom and forest also requires a large number of goblins, so they will not have to worry about not having anything to do.

With the production of these goods, the Shire can also trade through Girthhorn to obtain more needed supplies, the most important of which is food.

Raising so many goblins, feeding them and feeding them every day, requires a huge amount of food.

White Hair, along with the female goblins, swung their large spoons until sparks flew, just to satisfy the needs of the entire tribe.

Moreover, with the promotion of the three-meal-a-day system in the Shire, the consumption of food has become even greater. Originally, goblins would only eat a full meal at noon and then lie down to "slack off." Some clever goblins would even sneak out to find something to eat, but this kind of independent behavior is very unsafe because you don't know if you will become food for wild animals or someone else.

This results in goblins having large heads, bodies with visible ribcage outlines, and thin limbs, giving them a malnourished appearance.

Physical fitness is essential for the tribe to develop better. If every goblin collapses to the ground after a few swings of the hammer, it's anyone's guess when this forest city will be built.

For now, the elephant lord is there to help with the herd, but after spring, when the herd leaves, the goblins will have to rely on themselves.

"Now we must rely on Elephant Lord to get the road built first." Charles thought to himself as he rushed to the construction site.

The elephant's enormous body is like a road roller, and its huge feet are like millstones. As long as the weeds and shrubs on the ground are cleared away, and then the elephant walks on it a few times, the entire ground will be compacted.

There's not much rain in winter now, so we can take advantage of this time to build a road.

Shire also had the centaurs inform the frogmen, and had Orek bring Frog 2, 3, 5, 7, and 1 to Lake Dallen to see them. The entire frogman tribe was in an uproar. They truly believed that they were the savior who had emerged from the oviparous gate in the legend.

The centaurs also took away many jars filled with black clay from the frogmen. After the road surface was compacted, Shire planned to try building the road with the black clay first.

When the frogmen learned that their "savior" needed a large amount of black slime, they actually scraped the slime off their bodies on their own, almost to the point that an empty jar could be filled in no time. This forced Sharl to have the centaur instruct the frogman chieftain, "There's still enough black slime. Don't let the entire frogman tribe become 'dehydrated' by then."

"This is the starting point of my future career." Charles opened the blueprints for the Forest City in his hand. He stood on the ruins of the collapsed Feathered Serpent Tower, looking down at the dilapidated city in front of him. "Only by bringing these goblins together can we gather enough power to fight against humans, and only then can I realize my idea."

Only by developing such urban industries can he have a large rear base for continuous production and supply. Only by having a "base" can he support the actions of the goblin army. Otherwise, he would slaughter the goblin army after conquering a city. Although this solved the supply problem, the goblin army officially became synonymous with "death", and the goblin kingdom officially became a kingdom that all intelligent races wanted to destroy.

"What I want is for goblins to be able to walk openly in front of humans, so that even if those nobles are very uncomfortable, they can only respectfully call me 'Handsome Mr.' or 'Handsome King.'" This is Charles's thought. If one day he cannot break this damned transformation curse and can only continue to live as a goblin, he hopes to stand in the sunlight, not in the shadow of the forest trees.

In the sky, several birds flew overhead, their cries echoing, as sunlight streamed down and illuminated the dilapidated yet vibrant ruins.

Standing atop the overgrown stone tower, Charles opened his arms to embrace the sunlight and air, and shouted towards the southern Kingdom of Fran, towards his family's territory of Torch City:

"So, princes of the Kingdom of Fran, and esteemed nobles, are you ready?"

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"I'm ready."

Lingard straightened his simple armor, then pulled at his robe to make sure the gold lace and the longsword with three pairs of outstretched wings were neatly embroidered.

"Deputy Commander," a paladin said, but he immediately changed his words after seeing Lingard's sharp eyes, "Commander, shall we enter Nightmare Forest now? The sailors are very resistant to sailing into the Darren River Forest basin."

"They're unwilling? Did we pay them too little?" Lingard glanced at the distant dock, his tone somewhat displeased.

"No, we paid the full amount, and even gave them extra for their trouble," the Crusader said, shaking his head. "They're just afraid of the monsters in the forest. Some people even said that the goblins would jump onto the ship and kill them."

"Foolish commoners," Lingard scoffed. "With us here, what are goblins? We're going to kill an evil god, to make a name for ourselves. As long as we display the evil god's corpse before the world, the Church's fame will be celebrated by mankind."

"Or rather, they're not afraid," he said, looking at the sailors huddled together. Seeing their evasive eyes, he understood. "Greedy fellows, probably just wanting more benefits."

Thinking of this, Lingard said to the Crusader warriors beside him, "Have them come over and line up in front of me. I will bless each of them by touching their heads."

"So much? To command your magic?" the Crusader warrior asked hesitantly.

"It's just a touch of hair." Lingard smiled. He had no intention of using magic. In any case, he was only symbolically touching the sailors' heads, and the commoners would have no way of knowing whether they had been blessed.

Upon hearing the message from the Crusader warriors, the sailors whispered among themselves and quickly reached an agreement. They then pushed and shoved each other to form a line and approached Lingard.

The lead sailor was rather burly, with a timid and hesitant demeanor, not daring to look directly at Lingard. "Vice-Vice Commander, what...what should I do?"

Lingard's lips twitched, his brow furrowed, and then he said gently, "It's alright, just stand still."

After saying that, he stretched out his gloved hand and placed it on the other person's head. "God above, I will act on your behalf. The god of battle and glory blesses you. You will be more confident and cherish glory more. Your strong body will be your support and will also lead you to good fortune."

After saying that, Lingard lowered his hand, raised his head, and looked at the sailor in front of him with his lower eyelids.

"Vice Commander, is it ready?" The sailor looked at his hands, a look of joy on his face.

Lingard gritted his teeth and said irritably, "That's enough, next one."

Immediately, the man behind him eagerly pushed aside the first sailor and stepped forward. He held a tattered cloth hat in both hands, hunched over, and said, "My lord, it's my turn, it's my turn."

Lingard gave a soft hum and then raised his hand.

And so the sailors finally finished receiving the blessing, while Lingard frowned deeply. The dozens of times he was called "Deputy Commander" had greatly annoyed him, but he couldn't show it. At first, he had said a long blessing, but later he just said perfunctorily, "May the God of Battle and Glory bless you, good luck," "May the Gods bless you, good luck," "May the Gods bless you."

After the commotion subsided, the Crusaders boarded a large cargo ship. Due to their large numbers and the lack of large passenger ships at Giethoorn Wharf, they had to find a cargo ship.

The cargo ship swayed and rocked as it left the port, beginning its journey upstream on the Darren River. Behind it, several Crusader members were casting spells to propel the ship.

A few hours later, a cargo ship arrived at the dock in Giethoorn, and a short, mysterious man in a cloak suddenly leaped off the gangplank.

"Uncle, trust me, my method will definitely work," the mysterious man said in a low voice, while glancing around as if afraid of being "noticed." "Those adventurers are all going from Goat's Horn to Torch City. Maybe we can get information about that guy here."

"What do you mean I'm running away? Running away is not in my dictionary. I'm just annoyed by the Torch City security forces."

"I'll definitely look for it. I've promised you for so long, when have I ever slacked off?"

"Don't worry, it'll definitely work. I reckon some adventurer here is carrying Fourth Uncle on his back. Or maybe he's buried in the Nightmare Forest?"

"Keep your voice down, the Giethoorn security team is patrolling over."

"Huh? Why would I be afraid of the Sheriff of Sheephorn Town? There aren't any Torch City Sheriffs here."

After saying that, she took off her hood, revealing her golden hair tied in a high ponytail.

At the same time, an intelligence letter was delivered to Charles's desk.